Farmer’s Wife Has Magic Skills

After looking at the style chart, the girl found it even more difficult to choose, "How many days will it take to make a custom-made dress?"

Sang Wanlu waved to Chu Qingyue, "Qingyue, this girl asked how many days can a dress be ready?"

Chu Qingyue walked over, her palms were sweating nervously, and said, "It can be done in one day."

"It's so fast." The girl gave Chu Qingyue a piece of paper with a lavender skirt drawn on it, "Sister, please help me make this dress, the color should be the color on this paper."

Chu Qingyue nodded happily, "Okay."

Sang Wanlu took out a notebook to write down the girl's name, and then took out a ruler to measure the girl's size.

The girl cooperated with the measurement and asked, "Do I need a deposit for custom-made clothes?"

Sang Wanlu said, "You pay one tael as a deposit, and there are four grades of fabrics to choose from, namely five, six, eight, and one or two taels. You can choose one."

The girl struggled for a moment, "I want the one with six dollars."

Sang Wanlu took down the girl's size and said, "Okay, then plus the deposit you paid, it will be six cents and thirty cents in total." It is equivalent to an extra thirty cents for ordering.

The girl could accept it, so she agreed, "Okay."

That's how the first deal was negotiated.

Another girl chose a five-cent skirt, and the style was still pretty, but the fabric was relatively poor.

The second business was also completed.

Chu Qingyue watched the two girls leave, she unconsciously grasped the hand hanging by her side, she was extremely excited, she never expected to sell two clothes so easily.

Chu Qingzhi came over, "Second Sister, are you happy?"

Chu Qingyue nodded straight, "Very happy."

Chu Qingzhi smiled at Chu Qingyue, then turned her head to Sang Wanlu and said, "Wanlu, let's go and see the tailor's room where clothes are made."

Sang Wanlu said, "Come with me."

There is a door on the right side of the shop. Entering it is a large room with a large table and some small tables. On the large table are various fabrics, rulers, scissors, thread of various colors, a A box of embroidery needles, and some unnamed tools.

Sang Wanlu said, "Qingyue, from now on you will be the manager of all the tailors, and the other tailors will obey you."

Chu Qingyue was slightly taken aback, "I, can I take care of it?"

"Second sister, believe in yourself." Chu Qingzhi encouraged her, then turned her head and asked Sang Wanlu, "Have you recruited a tailor?"

Sang Wanlu nodded, "It's done, I recruited three, all girls, no men."

Chu Qingzhi smiled, "I don't worry about Wanlu's work."

Sang Wanlu smiled, "Qingzhi, is Qingyue's starting salary? Or is it a share of the shop?"

Chu Qingzhi understood what Sang Wanlu meant. What she meant was that the store's current profit was 50-50 cents. If Chu Qingyue was included, then this ratio would change a bit.

Originally, she had already taken advantage of it, so she let Chu Qingyue become independent, "Give her wages, it's easier."

"Okay." Sang Wanlu thought to herself, if it was someone else, she would definitely take advantage of it, "Then give Qingyue a salary of ten taels of silver a month."

Chu Qingzhi smiled and said, "Boss Sang is generous."

Chu Qingyue clenched her hands excitedly, ten taels is too much money, and this is only her monthly salary.

The matter of the shop was almost settled, and Chu Qingzhi planned to leave.

"Second sister, stay in the shop to get acquainted. In the evening, you go to find elder brother and the others, and go home with them. Don't go alone, it's not safe."

Chu Qingyue understood what Chu Qingzhi meant, "Fifth Sister, I understand."

Chu Qingzhi walked to the door of the shop, waved to several people, "I'm leaving, you are busy."

Several people stood at the door watching her.

When Chu Qingzhi walked to the street, she glanced at Wang Peifang who was peeking at her in the shop. In the future, she would let Wang Peifang know what despair is like!

Wang Peifang accidentally met Chu Qingzhi's gaze, and suddenly felt chills all over her body, and then her heart boiled with anger.

Cursing secretly, it really didn't crawl out of my stomach. The kindness of nurturing for more than ten years has turned into an enemy in a blink of an eye. If I knew it, I should have killed her. It's so annoying! ! !

...

An elegant middle-aged man with a goatee and a green shirt was standing at the gate of the Imperial Academy in Beijing with his hands behind his back.

He raised his face slightly, staring at the imposing plaque of the Guozijian, with a smug smile on his face.

When he comes here this time, he must let his senior brother bow down!

This elegant middle-aged man is the dean of Yunfei Academy!

Just when he was thinking this way, a middle-aged man dressed in an official uniform, with a Chinese character face, and an upright spirit walked out of the Imperial College.

He was three-point smiling, three-point complacent, and four-point superior and said, "Junior brother, why do you come to my three-acre land when you have time?"

The dean's eyes showed something meaningful, "Of course there are good things for you to see."

"Then junior brother please."

"Brother please."

The two walked into the Imperial College together, each with their own thoughts.

Yunfei Academy is the No. 1 private academy, and Guozijian is the No. 1 public institution. Both the faculty and the academy's facilities and equipment are top-notch, and it is the place that all students in the world yearn for the most.

The two holy places of study have always been fighting openly and secretly, and on the surface they are even life-and-death rivals, but in private, no one knows that the two are close brothers and sisters.

This time, the dean of Yunfei Academy, Mu Chongli, came to the capital to find his senior brother Cao Changkun. He wanted to show off, and the things to show off were first the question "circle" that ordinary people could not solve, and the second was Chu Xu. Those two poems by Yuan and Chu Xuyao.

Yunfei Academy talks about the general trend of the world, the rise and fall of a country, and also talks about poetry, poetry, calligraphy and painting.

However, Guozijian is more about sending political talents to the imperial court. For poetry, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting, it has weakened a lot. Therefore, in this regard, the students of Yunfei Academy are always ridiculed, saying that they cut their heads one by one and want to be officials. Intrigues, but don't know how to cultivate one's sentiments at all, his head is full of dark things.

Cao Changkun took Mu Chongli to his office room, it was spacious and bright, with beautiful potted plants, calligraphy and paintings of celebrities, antique vases, very similar to the study of dignitaries.

Mu Chongli walked into the house and said sarcastically, "Brother, are you teaching or chasing fame and fortune, how can these things appear in the academy?"

Not to be outdone, Cao Changkun said, "Brother, it's hard to find these good things in your backcountry. Brother knows that you are jealous. In this way, you can pick whatever you like."

Mu Chongli said solemnly, "Okay, since senior brother is so generous, I won't be polite. When I leave later, I will pack everything up. It just so happens that my academy is short of funds, so I can have a lot of money if I sell it!"

Cao Changkun's expression froze slightly, "Junior brother has always been noble, why did you see these vulgar things?"

Mu Chongli glanced at Cao Changkun, "It's free, don't be a fool!"

Cao Changkun, "..."

Then he, the sender, is not a big fool! ! !